This is the fifteenth one-shot of a series of one-shots where I will write one Harry Potter weight gain one-shot for every day of the month of October.

The prompt list itself is right here, credit to fffandever on Furaffinity: https/view/58049281/

So here is the fifteenth day's one shot, with the prompt, "Cabin".

A Log Cabin's Serenity

October 15th, 2024

10:30 PM

Potter Cabin, Forest of Dean

In the Forest of Dean, there was a single log cabin that was built away from the eyes of most hikers and vagabonds. It was modestly hand-built with a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a living room. It connected to a small village at the bottom of the forest with a market and supply store, a quiet place. They had not known that the cabin housed two fugitives running away from their past lives to start anew.

Outside a burly man with glasses, green eyes, black bushy hair and a marching bushy beard was chopping up wood with a hatchet. He appeared to weigh about 500 pounds and wore a white wife beater with sweat stains under his man-boobs that rode up his hairy belly. He wore a pair of denim jeans that were worn down from overuse and stretched against his burgeoning hips and arse. As the man planted his muddied boots on the ground, he rose up the ax to reveal hairy pits before slamming the ax down.

The man was exhausted from he work, but went through the process of loading it up into a wagon and wheeled it off to the cabin.

"I wonder if she's done with dinner…" the man pondered as the smell of cooked venison hit his nose.

He opened the door and greeted his wife of almost 20 years now with the wood.

The buxom beauty was in her 40s just as he was, and like her husband weighed 500 pounds. She had a brown bush of hair that was tied up behind her head using a bandana for a bandana bun. She wore a large faded yellow and tan motherly dress that clung to her massive breasts, large belly, and wide rump with a large apron. She wore no makeup or accessories but was currently adding the final touches to their dinner, a large pot of venison stew made from a buck she shot herself.

"Welcome back beloved, dinner will be ready soon enough." She said as she placed the pot off the heating eye.

The man kissed her cheek making her smile before going off to take a shower. After emerging in a hand-knitted green and silver sweater that rode up his stomach and sweatpants, socks, and slippers from America that rode on his belly he sat down at the dinner table. His wife was dressed with a red and gold sweater that likewise rode up her belly with similar sweatpants, socks, and slippers. The two sat down together and indulged in the feast cooked up by the wife.

The banquet was made up of venison stew, mashed potatoes, curry and rice, fried slices of SPAM, steak fries, red bean buns, wildberry pie, and a chocolate cake. The two ate together in a quiet silence, which was only broken by asking for food closer to the other person or the audible chewing and swallowing of their banquet. After clearing the table, the man got up to turn on the television and start a fire and the woman went to make two large mugs of hot chocolate. Once those were done with large marshmallows and a healthy topping of whipped cream, the woman walked over with the cups and sat next to her husband smiling as they felt the warmth of the flames.

The two snuggled together and drank from their cups as the man turned on their television bought at a cheap price back in the late 1990s.

"-and there were no survivors." Said a male news anchor.

"Now onto other news, the Royal Air Force has located the last bastion of wizardkind within the United Kingdom. A Scottish castle that we have deciphered from interrogations of wizard prisoners as, Hogwarts." Replied a female news anchor.

"Well that's a silly name for a school." Said the male news anchor.

"And how. The air raid whittled down the school's defenses so the foot soldiers may fight their way through and rescue our abducted children." Said the female news anchor.

"In other news, a raid was enacted on the local pub: the Leaky Cauldron, after business owners sighted strange looking men leading children inside after curfew, roll the footage." Said the male news anchor.

We see the Leaky Cauldron being emptied as silver cuffs are clamped onto the hands of various witches and wizards who were led out. One unusually large man with a graying bushy beard was resisting arrest, until he was shot with a riot control rubber ball claymore, he was then dragged off to a large SWAT van. Another man with carrot orange hair was seen fighting, he struggled against them and looked at the camera.

"We're the good guys! I swear! We're just educating the children!" Ron Weasley said as he was resisting arrest.

After Voldemort conquered the wizarding world, he led his death eater regime for a good two decades until the Covid-19 pandemic in 2020. He believed that this period of quarantine would be an opportune time to conquer the muggles so he and his army blew up Buckingham palace after killing every member of the royal family. This lasted for all of five hours until they all were unceremoniously gunned down by the muggle army of England under the orders of the Prime Minister and Parliament. After this, apparently a resistance formed in the magical world and booted out the rest of the Death Eaters. Unfortunately, Muggles had a hard and long history of them being unable to discriminate the innocent from the guilty.

What followed was a campaign to dismantle the magical world as a terrorist nation affecting the lives of normal people. Wizards became the new scapegoat for all of humanity's problems with them being caught on smartphones. More and more of the magical United Kingdom was reclaimed by the army and classified government documents detailing the legality of wiping muggle memories of terrorist attacks and rape along the treatment of those born to muggle parents as second class citizens struck a chord with the general public, uniting all of the world's parties for the first time in a while. That united force was staunchly anti-magical, and now it has finally ended the war.

As Ronald was placed in the van he looked out the barred window and yelled.

"Harry Potter you coward! This is all your fault!" The wizard yelled before the flap was closed and driven off.

"Who's Harry Potter?" Asked the male news anchor.

"All we could find in our intel was that he was a fictional children's book character." Answered the female news anchor.

"Well then that man was obviously delusional. Now, next up on the news: the Prime Minister announcing the lifting up of the 6:00 curfew." The anchor started before the man changed the channel to something else.

The two sat there quietly…

"Harry, do you believe we made the right decision all those years ago?…" the wife asked as she placed her empty mug on the table beside her.

"…To be honest Hermione, yes I do… one way or another that world would have been exposed. At least this way, we got out of the crossfire." Harry said as he wrapped his arm around his wife, holding her close.

"Alright… I am glad I wasn't the only one who thought so." Hermione said as tears welled up in her eyes, resting a hand on her husband's belly.

It was a hard question neither of them liked to think about. Were they right in running from the magical world after Ron left them on the hunt? If they didn't, then maybe the war would have ended sooner. But inevitably they would have still been exposed due to security cameras and smartphones with this as the reaction. Harry sipped the last of his cocoa before putting it down…

yes…

They did make the right choice to settle in their perfect little world… their comfy, cozy, cabin…